Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 37

My heart sinks. No no no no. This is not happening. This is NOT happening! Okay, calm down, Kas.

 

Meditate. Find him through our connection. You're a Goddess, damn it.

 

“Alright, if | have to be on lockdown, can it be in the meditation room, please?" | ask Lady Camille.

 

“Of course, Luna lokaste. Please be careful in your search. Sister Delilah, please accompany your Luna. Should she need anything, you are to assist in any way you can," Lady Camille says in a comforting manner.

 

“Thank you, Lady Camille,” | sigh with my hands over my heart.

 

Marco gently takes me by the elbow and leads me to the meditation room with James and Delilah right behind us. Marco and James have never really needed to protect me from a threat. It was shocking to see how their demeanor changed from being watchful to being protective.

 

There's no windows or other doors in the meditation room. It is dimly lit with mats and cushions placed on the floor. There is a hint of music playing in the background. One way in, one way out. The perfect location to be protected by my guards. They make sure no one else is in the room, James kisses Delilah deeply, then they step out, and close the door behind us.

 

"Okay, Delilah, I'm going to try to find my mate through our connection. Please pray to Goddess Hecate to keep me safe," I look into her deep blue eyes as we join hands.

 

"Okay. I'm right here if you need me, Luna lokaste," she looks at me with compassion and worry. | can't help but chuckle.

 

“Delilah, if you're coming to live with us, please, call me Kas or Luna Kas if you insist on using my title," | plead with her with as much of a smile as | can muster.

 

She smiles shyly and nods.

 

| sit on the soft mat on the floor, close my eyes, and let my spirit extend out into the universe.

 

Bronx's POV

 

| wake up in a dark, musty room. The air is stale, hot, and humid. My head is pounding. | try to shake out the feeling and look around me. The edges of my vision are a bit blurry but | can still see.

 

thing's first, | need to

 

damp ground. My body weight is putting pressure on the silver shackles around my wrists, and

 

you there?

 

he asks with a groan, "What kind of sick fuck is that guy?" Alright, so the rag to the face was full of wolfsbane. | don't taste any in my mouth,

 

when you are ready, cause when | get out, we're

 

he groans weakly. | know he

 

had to be that substitute pilot. Doesn't

 

where | could be. Great. Nothing smells familiar. Great. | don't hear any noises outside, so I'm somewhere remote. Great. There's one small window with bars. No way | could fit through it regardless. Great. The only way out is through the cell door, which is locked and appears to be made out of silver. Things are not

 

shackles attached to an eye hook in the ceiling. The ceiling looks like it is made of cement which is crumbling. | wonder how weak the cement is? If | can get enough leverage from my bodyweight, maybe | can

the same movement one more time. The skin on my wrists is blistering from the pressure

 

also hear a soft dragging, scraping sound. The smell of whiskey, wolfsbane, and rogue wolf hit my nose. Connors comes into view. His clothes are torn and disheveled. He's holding an empty liquor bottle in one hand and a whip in the

 

what the rogue caught himself," he slurs heavily, “| got myself

 

swear he took a bath

 

His eyes are feral behind

 

growl and spit at his face. | have to keep him talking. If he's talking, he's distracted. If he's distracted, | have a better

 

to say no. You will tell me," he snarls again. “And why would | do that?" | growl back at him. Anger is flowing through me. | yank my wrists forcefully against the shackles, ignoring the pain. | feel more

 

sick smile comes across his face. He unzips his pants and pees on my legs. Gross. | feel Saint starting to stir.

you don't,” he laughs

 

you'll never find her. I'm the only one

 

drunk eyes turn

 

name?" | egg on his wolf peeking

 

back," he

 

innocent girl and abused the shit

 

taste of what she experiences when she disobeys me," he roars and spins me so my back faces him. | feel movement above me as the eye hook wiggles looser. He rips my

 

| yell

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